At this time, as Simo walked out of the tent, he saw that dozens of torches had been silently lit in the camp that had just been empty outside.

In the flickering firelight, hundreds of Tang soldiers in armor surrounded them in front of the tent in the form of a half-moon.

Simo's gaze was only a cursory glance, and even if he was stunned, he didn't dare to move, because the hundreds of steel soldiers who surrounded them, each of them had a crossbow in his hand.

Under the firelight, Simo could see clearly that these steel soldiers in front of him were completely different from the other soldiers of Datang, not only the armor he was wearing, but also the crossbow he was holding in his hand, all of which were fundamentally different.

The crossbow, which Simo had never seen before, seemed to have a much more complex structure than an ordinary crossbow, and, most importantly, there were three arrows on the crossbow.

At this time, the three arrows were coldly aimed at their group, full of murderous aura, as if as long as they dared to move, they would immediately release the arrows.

Simo didn't think that he had the ability to go through the sky thoroughly, and he could escape the dense rain of arrows at this close range, so after Simo was slightly stunned, he stood there obediently, not daring to move.

In the camp, there was an eerie silence, whether it was Si Mo or the thirty guards he brought, at this time, they all stood motionless, surrounded by hundreds of Tang soldiers in steel armor.

The 'crackling' sound of burning torches sounded in the camp from time to time, and behind those Tang soldiers, there were several soldiers. At this time, he was busy setting up a bonfire, and it was not a lot of effort. Two bonfires were erected.

The sky-high fire, in the wind and snow. It swayed violently, and from time to time made a loud 'whirring' sound, illuminating the entire camp as bright as day.

Seeing such a scene, Simo couldn't help it, and quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, these soldiers in front of him were obviously not the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, but the brand new armor on their bodies. Obviously, it's not an ordinary family general.

In this way, looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, such a group of generals can be raised, and there can be such powerful equipment, such a person is probably only that Chang'an Marquis Zhao Chen.

When I thought of Zhao Chen, Simo's heart. Suddenly, there was a feeling of falling to the bottom, and deep down, I couldn't help but feel a sense of grief and indignation.

A moment ago. He was still cursing Zhao Chen in his heart, but he didn't expect that he was already at this moment. Zhao Chen's people were surrounded by him and couldn't move here.

It's simply that. It's a kind of irony for him!

"Hi, Smoker. Let's meet again! "The waiting process is a bit long, especially in this way, when they are being targeted at them by a dense number of arrows, every moment seems like a year.

However, the wait always ends, and just as Smoker began to get irritated while waiting, a young man stepped out of one of the tents inside the camp.

The young man seemed to be very afraid of the cold outside, and when he came out, he was wrapped in a thick blanket and had a strangely shaped hat buttoned around his head.

The young man's whole body was tightly wrapped, only revealing his bright eyes, smiling at Simo, as if an old friend was reunited, and spoke.

Zhao Chen!

Simo had already recognized Zhao Chen from the moment he saw Zhao Chen come out of the tent, and when he heard a familiar voice at this time, he was immediately convinced.

Hearing Zhao Chen's relaxed tone, Si Mo's face couldn't help but twitch vigorously, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and despair in his heart.

It's just that although he is already sad and desperate in his heart, however, on the surface, Simo still looks indifferent, because he is Ashina, and what flows in his blood is the blood of the Golden Family.

Therefore, after hearing this, Simo paused slightly, then met Zhao Chen's gaze and said, "Yes, as soon as Chang'an is farewell, I haven't seen Chang'an Hou for more than a year!" ”

"Sure enough, when people are old, they have a bad memory!" When Zhao Chen heard Simo's words, he couldn't help but chuckle, wrapped the blanket on his body tighter, and then looked at Simo and said, "I remember that last winter, Ben Hou saw you in Shuofang!" ”

Shuo Fang's matter is a thorn in Simo's heart, at this time, hearing Zhao Chen's old words again, Simo's heart suddenly rose a wave of anger, forcibly held back the anger, looked at Zhao Chen and said: "But the old man didn't see you!" ”

"That's right!" When Zhao Chen heard this, he suddenly chuckled, as if he remembered something, and looked at Simo with interest and said, "Do you remember what I told you when I was in Chang'an?" ”

Hearing Zhao Chen's words, Simo was suddenly a little stunned, thinking about his interactions with Zhao Chen in Chang'an, but he couldn't remember what Zhao Chen had said to him at the beginning.

"I know you don't have a good memory!" When Zhao Chen saw Si Mo's confused look, he couldn't help but laugh, looked at Si Mo and said: "At the beginning, outside the palace gate, Ben Hou personally told you that sooner or later you will have to smash a bigger wound on your head!" ”

After Zhao Chen's reminder, Simo finally remembered that at the beginning, when he was outside the palace gate, Zhao Chen was indeed looking forward to his injured head and said such a sentence.

It's just that a year has passed, and he has long forgotten about this matter, and at that time, he only thought that this sentence was just Zhao Chen's angry words at the beginning.

However, who would have thought that after a year, Zhao Chen would still remember this matter, and it would be brought up at such a time.

"You say, should Ben Hou honor his claim?" Zhao Chen smiled very happily at this time, originally because he had a cold and stayed in the barracks, but who would have thought that even in such a situation, there were still people who took the initiative to send people to the door.

"Today, the old man is in your hands!" Seeing that Zhao Chen was standing in front of a group of iron men, looking obviously happy, Simo immediately clenched his fists angrily, looked at Zhao Chen coldly and said: "If you want to kill and scrape, even if you come, if the old man frowns, then the old man will admit it!" ”

"Really?" When Zhao Chen heard Simo's words, he suddenly showed a suspicious look in his eyes, as if he was very suspicious of Simo's words, and looked at Simo to confirm.

"Hahahaha!" However, as soon as Zhao Chen's words fell, Si Mo, who listened to it, suddenly burst out laughing, looked at Zhao Chen and smiled contemptuously: "The old man is standing here, and if you have the ability, you can let the horse come!" ”

Si Mo is the real Ashina family, whether it is in the past or standing now, his identity is and noble, so even at this time, Si Mo thinks that Zhao Chen does not dare to do anything to him.

It's just that he has obviously misestimated his opponent a little, because, in Zhao Chen's eyes, let alone him, even if Jieli stands in front of him, Zhao Chen will not frown.

"Alright! In this case, then Benhou will fulfill you! Sure enough, as soon as Simo's words fell, Zhao Chen's lazy voice came coldly: "Kill them!" ”

After saying this, Zhao Chen immediately lost interest in continuing to talk to Simo, wrapped the blanket on his body tightly, and as soon as he turned around, he walked towards his military tent.

It's true that I have a high cold, and my joints are a little sore, and at this time, I still have time to continue wasting time here with a dying person.

As soon as Zhao Chen's order came out, the wingmen who had been waiting for a long time suddenly opened the safety on the crossbow, looked at Simo and the others with murderous eyes, and tightened the trigger of the crossbow machine with their fingers.

"You can't do that!" Seeing this situation, Si Mo, who was still trying to maintain the dignity of his golden family just now, shouted loudly at the back of Zhao Chen, who was far away.

As a member of the Ashina family, his own influence is very great, and Simo originally thought that Zhao Chen captured him and would eventually take him directly to Chang'an as a prisoner.

It is precisely because of this that Simo Fang is so unscrupulous, but who would have thought that Zhao Chen was so scared that he would be so neat, and he had no intention of taking him to Chang'an to dedicate to the Tang Emperor.

It's just that it was a little late to understand, and it wasn't until I heard the sound of the crossbow machine in my ears that I felt a lot of regret in Simo's heart, and I should ask for mercy!

It's a pity that such remorse, Simo only said it in his heart, because, in the next moment, it was a dense rain of arrows, overwhelming, shooting at him.

In the blink of an eye, Simo and his thirty followers, all of them were turned into hedgehogs in an instant, and their whole bodies were full of arrows.

There is a white world between heaven and earth, and the wind and snow have long stopped, but the sky is still gloomy and windless, but it is even colder.

It was already the afternoon of the third day in a row, and since that night in the Turkic camp, receiving the orders of the chief Li Jing, the two thousand men and horses of the Flying Tiger Army and the Xuanjia Army pursued day and night, and almost did not make any stops in between.

For two days and two nights, the pursuit was sleepless, until this moment, when Zhu Youliang, the lieutenant general of the Flying Tiger Army, stood on the climbing plow and looked through the telescope at the white world, which appeared in a black cloud.

The corners of Zhu Youliang's chapped mouth finally rose slightly at this moment, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

The black shadow was nothing else, it was the target they pursued day and night, and the target they wanted to pursue, Jieli and his detachment.

At this time, because the two sides were still far apart, even in the telescope, they could only vaguely see that the long line of Turks was moving in the white world.

"Jieli Kid is in front!" When he put down the telescope in his hand, Zhu Youliang suddenly stood on the climbing plow, his face was cold and blue, but he still couldn't hide the excitement on his face, pointed to Jieli's team from afar, and said to everyone in the Flying Tiger Army: "If you have the guts, you will follow a certain family to kill together, whoever slaughters Jieli's child will wait for the rest of his life, glory and wealth!" ”

"Kill!"

"Kill Jieli!"

"Kill!"

"......" (To be continued.) )

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